Secret World: I Became a God Through Lies

Chapter 564 Night of the Underworld Song
"All those who are born into this world live like a dream. I only wish that when I sleep, there is a song to guide my soul, so that I will not wander alone in the night."

—From *Ghost and God's Sayings*, Volume Nine

The fog is very heavy.

The underground mechanisms of the Devouring Thief Altar were creaking and groaning. Zhuang Yege sat cross-legged in the center of the Yin Fire, his ten fingers intertwined like silk.

His black hair fell below half of his ghost mask, and talismans spun rapidly around him, with bluish-white soul fire clinging to them, forming a ring array.

The inscriptions on the altar seemed to breathe, with blood-red mist constantly gushing out from the cracks in the stone slabs, resembling the reflection of a gluttonous beast's mouth.

That is the entrance to devouring souls.

If the seal is not completed soon, this layer of the dungeon will collapse directly.

Yu Weiwei knelt not far behind him, holding the flute with a faint green light in her hands, the [Flute of Resentment for the Dead].

There was a very faint light in her eyes, a mixture of compassion and focus.

"Zhuang, give me three minutes. I'll take control of the situation."

Zhuang Yege didn't turn around, but whispered, "Don't stray too far from the altar."

Weiwei nodded, and the flute music began.

The sound started as faint as a whisper, like the wind rustling through bamboo, but gradually turned into a low sob.

The sound parted the fog, creating ripples that spread outwards.

The shadow of the Kun from the Illusionary Realm emerged from behind her. The enormous, transparent fish-shaped creature hovered in the sky, its fins slicing through the gray air and casting a gentle light.

She was singing a song for the dead, the melody carrying a comforting message to the departed souls.

At that moment, the herd paused for a moment.

Then they roared.

They are the mutated beast kings from Umbrella, stepping into the altar from the other side of Ghost Town.

The fox's body was cracked by steel bones, the ape's arms were embedded with gears, and the bat-like wing membranes dripped with blood and oil.

Their eyes flashed with an out-of-control red light, as if their souls were oppressed by some kind of curse.

The flute's sound touched their spirits, but it was like falling into an iron wall.

The next moment, more than a dozen mutated beasts simultaneously ignited their stars.

Flames, blood, runes.

The entire altar of the Thief-Swallowing Ceremony was torn open, and even the ground seemed to be growling.

Zhuang Yege's Hundred Ghosts Domain immediately opened, and ghostly shadows poured out from his palm, transforming into a vortex protective array.

However, the impact of the burning star was too great and too violent; the runes in the domain trembled, and cracks spread throughout the air.

Vivi's flute playing was interrupted, and the harsh wind whipped her hair.

A mutated fox leaped up, its sharp claws almost grabbing Zhuang Yege's nape.

"enough!"

The girl's voice burst forth in that instant.

That was anger, not sorrow.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes in the dim light. She put away the flute in her hand and instead summoned another mysterious card.

White bones emerged from the void.

The [Mourning Wolf Fang Bone Club] materialized in her palm, wreathed in ghostly white flames and soul-binding nether threads.

The air suddenly froze, and the lingering sound of the flute was replaced by a low, mournful wail.

Vivi gripped the bone club tightly and said softly:
“I sing for you… but you won’t listen.”

"Then I'll use the stick to quiet you down for a while."

A mournful wolf-tooth club materialized in her palm, its white bones entwined with curses and its patterns the weeping of souls.

Each spike is like a battle pattern carved from the lament of the dead, trembling with unfinished sorrow between the underworld and reality.

Yu Weiwei gently raised her hand and wiped away a few drops of blood from her cheek.

She lowered her head, adjusted her cracked round-framed glasses, and spoke in a voice so soft it was as if she were talking to herself:
"I don't want to do this..."

"But you guys are too noisy."

The wind blew through the light patterns on the altar beneath her feet, the formation cracked, and the soul fire danced wildly.

Her skirt billowed even without wind, her figure resembled a white lotus, and her bone club was like a thorn in the snow.

The next moment, she took a step forward.

The ground exploded.

Boom! ! !
The wolf-tooth club swept across the room, its weight so heavy that even the air seemed to groan.

The bat-winged beast king closest to her had three limbs smashed off on the spot, and its body twisted like a rag as it flew backward.

"Roar...keep roaring."

Yu Weiwei walked slowly forward, murmuring as she swung her staff. Almost every strike pierced the air, etching distorted streaks of light into the altar.

"Cry, shout, ignite the flames—"

She charged into the horde of beasts, her white robes billowing, the rhythm of her bone clubs striking down like funeral drums, each blow taking the life of a mutated beast king.

In this battlefield where soul and body are in disarray, she is like a butcher accompanied by song.

It was the rhythm of a lament, the pulse of death.

Zhuang Yege looked up and saw that the Hundred Ghosts Domain was still being stabilized, and the seal was not yet complete.

He saw his disciple standing alone among five or six Star-level mutated beasts.

One man, one baton, held back the torrent of the entire battlefront.

“That child…” he chuckled softly, “his personality doesn’t quite seem like that of the White Messenger.”

The spiked club swung out again, smashing a giant ape beast king with metal-inlaid bones into the runes at the edge of the altar. Blood splattered on the incantation, causing a burst of fire.

The beast kings grew increasingly violent, some even destroying their cores in an attempt to destroy Zhuang Yege's sealing array through self-destruction.

Yu Weiwei, on the other hand, is like a violent judge.

She fought against many alone, weaving through the mist and firelight. Her spiked bone club was stained with blood, and she struck the ferocious beasts, causing them to scatter and howl in agony.

But even so,
A hint of reluctance always lingered between her brows.

Just as she knocked the third mutated bat away and was about to deliver the finishing blow, she saw...

On the wings of the mutated bat were crudely engraved the number "Experiment Subject No. 47".

And in its eyes, which should have been bloodthirsty, was reflected a... aggrieved confusion.

It did not pounce again.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly, as if... waiting for the final blow.

Yu Weiwei stopped moving.

In his ears, Zhuang Yege continued to chant incantations; in the distance, a halo of light burned in the center of the altar; beneath his feet, the shockwaves and roars of the surging beasts rose.

But in her heart, only one sentence remained:

"Please, let us be free."

She finally realized that these beast kings hadn't come to kill them. They were discarded, defective products, disposable items meant to be used and then discarded.

Berserk is not a sign of will, but rather a failure of control.

The burning star is not an honor, but a blood sacrifice forcibly ignited.

These monsters are just howling.

The bone club in Yu Weiwei's hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

She stood amidst rubble and severed limbs, her chest heaving.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, and her gaze calmed down.

She closed her eyes and whispered:
"I see."

"You're making so much noise because you're in so much pain."

"Then let me sing one last song."

【The Singer of the Underworld, Burning Star】

Blue and white flames flickered at her fingertips, and mysterious cards emerged from the void.

The mythical Kun churned behind her, like a sea, like a dream;
The flute of lament for the dead, glowing with a bluish light, slowly rose to the surface;
The mournful wolf-tooth bone club sank silently into the ground, transforming into flower-like bone patterns.

Yu Weiwei opened her arms, and the song began again.

It's not a flute, it's a song.

That is the main theme of the lament of the dying, a dirge sung for all “creatures who died before they were killed”.

Black mist spread, and wisps of soul danced lightly.

The roars of the beasts paused, weakened, and collapsed, like boiling water falling like snow.

Some beast kings knelt before her, tears streaming down their faces;
Some howled to the sky and collapsed to the ground, as if offering a sacrifice to themselves;
Some quietly closed their eyes and collapsed on the spot.

Her singing lacked high notes, explosive power, and technical skill.

He simply recounted his story slowly, his soul returning to the underworld.

This song was her final ritual prepared for this massacre.

She gently waved her hand, and the gates of the underworld opened, their shadows like lamps illuminating their way home.

In the gray fog, the beasts fell one after another, as quiet as babies falling asleep.

She stood there, her white clothes stained with blood, her eyes lowered, her singing continuing.

Until the entire battlefield was filled only with the echoing of songs.

The herd of beasts fell silently to the lingering strains of the funeral hymn.

The body, a fusion of countless flesh and machines, no longer roared or burned like stars.

They huddled at the edge of the altar, like orphans finally able to sleep in this chaotic world.

Meanwhile, Yu Weiwei put away her secrets and bowed her head in silent mourning for them.

She didn't shed a tear; her tears had already been sung away in the song.

She simply read a line of pronouncements softly, as if carving a tombstone for the deceased:
May the deceased enter the underworld.

"No longer living for human desires."

Zhuang Yege stood behind her, his expression solemn.

He slowly raised his hand, reactivating the Hundred Ghosts Domain, and recited the final sealing decree:
"The Devourer of Thieves' Souls is the master of greed and lust. Now, it borrows a thousand souls as a guide and a hundred ghosts as a lock."

"reset!"

boom!
A vortex of blue light rose from the center of the altar, and the runes suddenly lit up.

The entire Thief-Swallowing Altar seemed to finally exhale its last breath of turbid air and settle into stability.

The air became fresh, the gray fog dissipated, and from within the mist, silent halos rose from the ground, arranging themselves along the edge of the altar.

This is a sign that the purification of the spirit altar has been successful.

“Swallow the thief’s soul, cleanse.” Zhuang Yege confirmed in a low voice.

Just then, the fog in the distance was torn apart by the sound of footsteps.

Si Ming and Selian emerged from the mist.

“Oh,” Si Ming looked at the mutated beast kings lying all over the ground and the girl wiping her glasses in the center, raising an eyebrow, “You guys handled this place... pretty efficiently.”

Selene opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only nodded gently:

"nice."

Yu Weiwei was startled by the stare, and suddenly realized her appearance, her cheeks blushing slightly.

She quickly put away the blood-stained wolf-tooth club in her hand, turned around and whispered:

"If I had known you were coming, I wouldn't have hit you so hard..."

She walked towards Zhuang Yege, a relaxed smile playing on her lips.

The four of them stood before the altar, briefly sharing a hard-won peace.

Si Ming glanced at the altar, then turned to Zhuang Yege:
"There's also a Soul Altar, right? Non-Poison."

Zhuang Yege nodded: "That's right, it's in the northeast direction. Following the order, we..."

boom! !

Before he could finish speaking, the ground suddenly shook.

In the distance, a dazzling pillar of light suddenly rose up on the horizon.

The light was not the gentle blue glow of the altar's purification, but a blinding golden-red, like heavenly fire that incinerates everything.

“…What is that?”

Yu Weiwei turned around and looked back, her pupils contracting slightly.

From within the fog, the sounds of altar totems shattering could be heard, along with the roars of wild beasts, the explosion of burning stars, and the raging winds that tore apart domains.

Then, a cold female voice came from the center of the altar in the distance:
"Non-poisonous essence, purification complete."

“They are the people protecting Umbrella.” Celian’s expression suddenly turned cold.

The God of Destiny looked up at the fading golden-red pillar of light and whispered:

"They...were one step ahead of us."

Everyone looked solemn.

The Soul of the Devourer has just been cleansed, but the Soul of the Non-Poison has already been controlled by the enemy.

The last two altars of the Seven Souls should have been the final battle between the twins in the final chapter.
Now it has been divided in two, each controlled by one end of light and the other of shadow.

The aftershocks of the fallen altar still lingered, and from the distant fog came a strange, resonant sound, like the chirping of insects.

A new conflict is brewing.

"The soul is the shadow of the human heart; when the soul is disordered, the heart is wounded."

The soul has not yet settled, the spirit has already departed. Heaven and earth are about to be reversed.

—From *Zi Bu Yu* (The Master Did Not Speak Of), Chapter on the Soul (魄)

(End of this chapter)